With my feathers in a ruffle,
I faced down the new day,
And everything I did in haste
I had to toss away.
But then I stopped to catch my breath,
To close my eyes and pray.
Then started over with the tasks
That I had left today.
Because in each day, no matter how dark or how long, there is a praise to be found. Sometimes our hearts are too weary or too frightened to voice them, but our souls cry out to God... and He is there.
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